Seven meteors flew from afar, and the crowd was frightened. The elder shouted: "The casual cultivator is here, please help me."

The meteor is still a bit far away, and Captain Yao is not in a hurry. "After repelling the scattered cultivators, I will take a look at your Nascent Soul."

The elder was in a dilemma, "It's okay to take a look, but that child is our lifeblood and no one can take it away. If Captain Yao is strong, we...we can only fight you to the death."

Yao Zhengwei smiled, "I have been walking in the Jiangnan area for a long time. Have you ever heard of me forcibly snatching anything from any place? Don't worry, I just took a look. This is not the first Nascent Soul I have ever seen."

The elder felt relieved and glanced at the people around him, "Okay, after repelling the scattered cultivators, I will take you to see that child. We don't call him Nascent Soul, he is... the God of Land."

Yao Zhengwei raised the original statue in his hand. After a moment, the seventeen stones around him turned into three statues at the same time. Then the statues in the hands of others became brighter in circles and the formations were formed. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The elder recited the ancient god several times to bless the statue in his hand.

Luo Xiaoliuer picked out seven magic weapons from the bag and placed them at the feet of Yao Xiaowei. He looked up at the seven meteors in the air, took out a small magic sword and inserted it on the ground step in front of Yao Xiaowei, and then retreated back to his position.

The meteor was very fast, and as soon as it came, the seven stars dispersed, surrounded the magic array, showing their true body. They were five men and two women, all wearing Taoist costumes, and their hairpins had their own characteristics, but they were all different from the nine Daotong. It was obviously chosen by themselves, and they were stepping on various magical instruments under their feet, and they were not like Taoist objects.

A thin man in his forties was probably the leader of seven people. He sneered at the face of Yao Ziwei, "The power of the Ancient God Cult is getting bigger and bigger, and he actually came to our Jiangdong."

"There is no master in the world, and someone must stand up. The Ancient God Cult has no choice but to do it. All of you have strong magic powers and are among the people. Can you be willing to join the Ancient God Cult and save the people together?"

The seven casual cultivators laughed and the leader said, "Look, you are also a man of magic power. Okay, give you some face. We will not join the ancient gods' religion. If you are willing to leave, we can spare your life."

Yao Zhengwei shook his head, "There are no greedy people in the ancient gods who are afraid of death. Since we have come, we will not leave if we don't persuade you to leave and let the residents of this city calm down."

The thin cultivator raised his right hand and a flashing red light appeared in his palm, "Hey, do you think this is a group of bullied honest people? They are all sinister and cunning people, and they have done only a lot of evil things than us. The Nascent Soul has no good ending in their hands."

The elder opened his mouth to argue, but was stopped by Luo Xiaoliuer's stern gaze.

A female wandering cultivator shouted: "Why waste your mouth? Let's fight first. Anyway, who is powerful can decide. The Ancient God Cult has a great reputation over the years. Today, I'm just going to see if it has real skills."

The seven people did not report their names. The leader threw out a red dragon. The others then cast spells, and the ones released were all dragon-shaped, with different colors. The shortest ones were more than ten feet, and the elders were more than thirty feet, one by one, and one by one, circling and flying in the air, gradually pounced on the ground.

Yao Xiaowei no longer had verbal confrontation, recited the sentence "I am doing" and began to mobilize the power of the magic circle. He had extremely rich experience in setting up the formation, and it didn't matter if the formation groupers were confused for a while. He and Luo Xiaoliuer were able to bring everyone on track soon, with only one premise: these people really care about their lives.

The residents of Shenyou City were afraid of death, and had made concessions to Yao Sei-Captain many times, cherishing the current opportunity. Therefore, they were in the best state of forming a formation and soon they all recited the sentence "I am for" in unison.

The red dragon pounced down first, but did not bite anyone, but involuntarily walked around the ground and passed by everyone. Several people were unsteady and were touched by the red dragon. They were immediately injured and scared to move. The spells in their mouths became louder.

Several other magic dragon shapes followed the red dragon into the magic circle. The closer they got to the inner circle, the more unstable the color became, and the more they were unstable, and when they finally arrived at Yao Ziwei, they were weak and powerless. After a circle, they disappeared. None of the seven dragons persisted, and the only one that was destroyed was a stone statue.

The faces of the seven wandering cultivators changed slightly. They had heard of the spells of the ancient gods, but they did not expect that the power was so strong. The mortals who formed the formation had more confidence, and the sound of chanting mantras resounded throughout the sky.

The casual cultivator refused to admit defeat and cast the spell again. This time, not only the dragon shape, but also the magic spells such as fire, rain, hail, and poisonous wind. However, without exception, they were sucked into the magic circle, slowly exhausted their magic power and disappeared invisible. The greatest damage was to destroy a few stone statues, causing the eight magic weapons at the feet of Yao Xiaowei to shake slightly.

A tall casual cultivator was furious, jumped on the ground, showed off a giant sword with both hands, and rushed towards the magic circle with vicious yelling. The first person in the outer circle was an old man, who was frightened and threw away the crutches in his hand and squatted down with his head. This was a wrong decision. A gust of poisonous wind swept him in. The old man screamed several times. The wind did not fly far and turned into a skeleton. After a while, even his bones were gone, becoming part of the poisonous wind.

The tall and powerful cultivator took the break and rushed into the second circle, jumped up, jumped over the spell cast by the cultivator, and rushed straight to a young man blocking the way.

The young man looked pale but did not move. He closed his eyes, recited the mantra loudly, and handed over life and death to the formation to decide.

With a bang, the tall scattered cultivator was bounced away. Before he landed, he was attracted by the magic circle and was about to enter the circle. He hurriedly stabbed the sword into the ground with force, holding his hands tightly to stabilize his body.

The other six cultivators hurriedly retracted their offensive spells to avoid injuring their own people by accident. The thin cultivator threw out a long white rope, wrapped around the tall cultivator's waist, shouted loudly, pulled him away, and found that he was not strong enough, so he had to rescue him, "Come and help, this magic circle is a bit evil."

Five casual cultivators flew from everywhere, reached out to hold the long rope, and pulled it back with force, but it was just a stalemate.

The thin cultivator's face turned blue and red. He wanted to let go, but could not abandon his brotherhood, wanted to give in, but could not bear to give up his face.

The people on the ground were getting more and more excited, and the statues held high in their hands were brighter than candles.

But Yao Ziwei put down his arm, stopped reciting the mantra, and shouted: "Everyone is weak, all the magic should not be killed here. The weak are guarding but not attacking. You go, don't come to the God Blessing City again to cause trouble."

The light of the statue in everyone's hands dimmed, and the six casual cultivators worked together. Finally, they pulled the tall casual cultivators back into the air. They all changed their colors and dared not take action. They all looked at the leader.

"The ancient gods' religion is indeed well-known. I'm in the downtown Laoyue Mountain Xuanmiao Zhenren. How dare you ask your name Gao?" The thin and thin cultivator got a step forward and didn't want to fight again.

"My surname is Yao, and I am a lieutenant in the ancient gods."

"It turns out that you are the famous Yao Zhengwei in Jiangnan. OK. There will be a date later." Qi Zhisheng still couldn't say anything to give in, so he bowed and said goodbye, leading the scattered cultivators to fly away, turning into a meteor was too consuming for them to use it again.

Before the seven casual cultivators disappeared, the elder of Shenyou City anxiously said to Yao through a circle of people: "Don't let the thieves go, they will definitely come again, and there are treasures on the casual cultivators..."

However, Yao Zhengwei was unwilling to cause trouble and had already put away the statue of the god. Luo Xiaoliuer came over and put the magic weapons back into his bag. Only the magic sword was stuffed into his right sleeve.

"The Ancient God Cult only saves people, not kills people." Yao Zhengwei walked to the edge of the open space, picked up the remaining stone statues one by one, turned them into stones and then put them down. All the lights of the statues in everyone's hands disappeared.

"But... what should I do if the casual cultivators come to find a problem again? How long can you stay?"

"Leave at dawn." After packing up the last statue of the god, Yao said to the panicked residents: "The way of the weak is not exclusive to anyone. You have already shared the magic and can form your own formation in the future."

"Ah? How do you form a formation? Is it just like this that standing in circles?" the elder asked in surprise.

"As long as you work together and as long as some of you are willing to step up, you can successfully form a formation. It's not difficult at all, look at your arms."

Everyone rolled up their sleeves to check, and everyone had deep or shallow tree patterns on their arms. They were fading, but they were still clearly visible.

"With this mark, everyone can form a formation." Captain Yao walked to the elder and said, "Take me to see the Nascent Soul."

The elder seemed very embarrassed, "He is the land god here, and the name of God blessed the city comes from this. He has never seen outsiders..."

"I won't eat him or take him away. There are too many rumors about Nascent Soul recently, and I want to know what's going on."

"Okay, please follow me." The elder turned around and led the way, took a few steps and turned his head and asked, "What rumors? We haven't heard of them yet."

"Rumored that the ancestor of Taoism, Kun Dun, killed a large number of high-ranking Taoist priests. These Taoist priests remained dead and lived in the bodies of a group of babies born two years ago. Taoist Shi Hanyuan first discovered this and killed many babies in order to seek credit from Kun Dun." Yao sighed and threw away the memories in the valley. "After that, babies with red marks appeared everywhere in the world, and they were called Nascent Soul."

"Same as you?"

"Our red marks are pure scars, but those babies have their own unique features. Rumors say that one of them will be able to defeat Kun Dun and restore the order of the entire world in the future. I don't believe it very much. To be honest, it is a bit special for us to see several Nascent Souls along the way, but it is not surprising."

"Hehe, we are also very ordinary..." The elder led the way, and a large number of residents followed behind and talked about their experience in forming a formation. Several young people were eager to try and felt that they could be the leader of the formation.

In a slump yard, the elder ordered two young men to open a ground door and walk first. The tunnel was quite deep, and it was changed to walking straight under more than a hundred steps. There were oil lamps on the walls, and the roads were crisscrossed, making it easy for outsiders to get lost.

"It's amazing that you can build such an underworld." Luo Xiaoliuer praised.

"This is what Longbin will stay in the past. How can we do this?" The elder smiled and came to an iron gate, took out a bunch of keys, opened the five locks, and then opened the door. "Our land god is inside, please come in."

Yao Zhengwei stepped in, but Luo Xiaoliuer stayed at the door, staring at the elder and the two young men.

Inside is a huge iron hall, the floor and walls are made of iron, and a round iron platform stands in the middle, with a thin two or three-year-old child sitting on it.

There are eight chains connected to the child's body, which lead to eight corners of the iron hall. Each chain is hung with a large number of magical instruments and talismans.

Yao Zhengwei felt nervous. He had seen several Nascent Souls, but none of them were abused like this.

Luo Xiaoliuer staggered into the iron hall, and the door behind him slammed and closed. The elder shouted outside: "Sorry, two, the Yuanying is the lifeblood of Shenyou City, and the news must not be disclosed."

The child on the stage slowly raised his head, and the red mark on his forehead burned like fire, just like his eyes.

Luo Xiaoliuer touched his right sleeve, but fortunately he was prepared.

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